Okay so something about the spiderbit wedding has been sitting in the back of my mind for awhile now and I don't know if anyone's talked about it but I just recently figured out the words to articulate it (kind of) so here we go!
Prior to the q!spiderbit wedding, a lot of the fanart/fanfics I saw/read depicted Cellbit waiting at the altar while Roier is walked down the aisle by either Foolish or Vegetta. Which makes sense! It keeps with the idea of the father "giving away" the bride (or in this case, the groom) at the wedding, which wouldn't be possible for Cellbit since he doesn't have any parental figures on the island. So, I was a little surprised when the wedding day came and Cellbit was the one to walk down the aisle while Roier waited at the altar. I was a bit disappointed at first---they missed a chance to do a sweet little spin on a wedding tradition! (Found family* my beloved <3)
But then I kept thinking---something about Cellbit walking down the aisle. Something about Cellbit walking down the aisle. Something about Cellbit walking down the aisle to the altar where Roier, his soon-to-be husband and trusted confidant, stands; where Felps, his best friend whom he just got back from an unknown fate, stands; where Forever, the friend he wronged but never lost faith in and wants to do right by going forward, stands.
Something about Cellbit being alone and walking himself down the aisle towards them like he is making an active choice. After the fear and the isolation, pushing others away and hurting those close to him so he could make himself a martyr because he felt like he had to face the Federation alone and that he could only rely on himself---now choosing to walk towards the altar where they stand---walking towards his happy ending.
Because this is his happy ending. I'm not at all an advocate for the idea of "oh romance/marriage is the only thing that will make you happy in life" but not only is being married to Roier something Cellbit desperately wants, this wedding means so much more than just getting married.
Of course, this isn't really the end, but for someone like Cellbit, it's a start. A new beginning. A brand new chapter of love, friendship, and trust. So yes, Cellbit walks down the aisle at his wedding, and he does it alone, and he does it because he deserves it, and he does it because he wants to, and he does it because he has to, and he does it because he needs this.
*I would just like to note that found family does not have to follow a nuclear formula with parent-child roles and I don't wish to propagate this misconception. That's just how Roier's family is structured in canon. Foolish and Vegetta are boyfriends and Roier calls them (or at least Foolish) "dad" that's just how it is and it is beautiful <3
Also apologies if I get any lore wrong. I'm not a Roier or Cellbit main viewer but I learn a lot through what I do watch of their streams and what I absorb through my dash. Hopefully this still makes sense.
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@sorceryparable (continued)
> not that i blame your guy. i would also hate to be in here if i didn't have to.
he manages a sort of reedy whine- and, in true cas fashion (or perhaps true cat fashion, it was hard to distinguish the two) looks incorrigibly proud of himself for it.
> then again, whoever 'she' is- uh- i don't wanna know her either. whoever gets that amount of stress put on their pronouns is not someone id wanna...you know, meet in a dark alley. not that there's any of those around. don't wanna run into her in the employee lounge, if you get my drift- no, that doesn't have nearly the same ring to it.
> whoever 'she' is sounds scary as fuck. there we go. that's what i'm tryna say.
the next three notes are almost a scale- and, failing that only slightly, are not...wholly horrible to hear.
> oh, god. well, telling you now, 'pleasant' and 'musical' are not words ever used to describe me. so. sorry. in advance. um.
more by luck then judgement, he almost manages to harmonise with batt for a whole four seconds. that, or he simply excels at also playing with no real key or signature to follow. probably a mixture of both.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Amagi Hiiro/Shiratori Aira
Characters: Shiratori Aira, Amagi Hiiro, Oukawa Kohaku, Kazehaya Tatsumi, Ayase Mayoi
Additional Tags: Love Confessions, Pining, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Getting Together, First Kiss, unqualified love advice, tatsumayo if you squint, aira pov, sasaki and miyano inspired, oh I forgot, Sharing a Bed, hiiro is whipped, so is aira but hes stupid about it, uhh what else, Holding Hands, Hugs, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary:
Aira used to consider himself to be an expert on all things related to love. It was his whole image, after all, and he prided himself on that fact. He had so much love for idols, his fans, his friends, and… well…
Hiiro confesses his feelings to Aira. Aira tries to discover what it means to love someone.
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I have many thoughts after the revenge stream actually
Quackity started by giving Luzu the benefit of doubt, saying that maybe he will help Karmaland and that maybe being a mayor/president just wasn't for him, he goes outside and the lake is lava now, there are people with weapons (the thing that killed his son who he also promised he would win the elections to make Karmaland safer) and he has to pay taxes. The worst part being that he has to pay 10 diamonds more (diamonds are the taxes) because he lost the elections, he then procceds to burn bridges (or explode them with the tax collectors in his case) all while saying that his house is closed from now on and that no one can come in anymore
It's Sapopeta saying "But Luzu, your Luzu, your dear Luzu" and Quackity replying "What dear, I want him 6 feet under"
It's about Luzu going on and on about how he did all of that to protect Quackity and when Sapopeta tells him that his reaction is of disbelief "protect me? what does he think I am, a baby or what?". He wanted Luzu's support like a partner and friend not to be protected but in part he always made it seem he needed to be protected by him, so i guess it comes back to miscommunication
It's him asking Sapopeta if there is a world where he is happy "who is telling you is not this one"
It's how he hated the mod that made him skin animals to get their meat and now doing it without flinching to send a threat to Luzu
Sapopeta saying that violence brings more violence and Quackity replying that maybe that's what Karmaland needs. It's the newspaper saying "Karmaland, where the heroes are damned to hurt who they love and betray each other"
Also the pineapple that Luzu gave him being the token of their friendship and some streams back he told him that he kept it in his locked chest and now it's gone, he said he was going to give it back but he burnt it in lava in front of Luzu's house
ALSO he said he was calling some cousins, that he wanted to kill Luzu and that when he does it he will leave Karmaland forever
it's the chat calling him Mr.Q
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bizly popping off-ish.
**violently coughs** did someone say fallen au (no please-) ((not mine, please look if you somehow havent already, theyre so stupid i love them so much))
WELL HERES MORE!!
not reallyyy proud of this but its been sitting in my google doc for too long
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Fire blazed in Grizzly’s eyes. His eyes dramatically turned red, and he opened his arms wide along with his wings. Falling, just for Bizly to catch him. Bizly’s left lens was glitched into a “fuck you”, and his thinly pressed lips reflected that. Grizzly was swung up, a small portion of the dance the fallen duo had shared shortly before the fight. Then he was let go, and he grabbed the Excalibur that appeared from midair.
“Grizz-” One of the figures tried under them, on the mismatched platform.
“No. Shut the hell up.” Bizly growled, the hooded figure speaking surprisingly first. “Do not speak to him.”
Charlie flinched as Bizly flew down to face someone who he once loved (and still-?).
Gods, what happened?
“You never gave me a voice, did you? You never heard my fucking thoughts. But now I’ll say them, and you’ll listen.” Bizly took a shaky breath, glasses now a glare. His words came out as a quiet, leveled voice. Charlie shrunk back.
“I fucking hate you. I hate you so, so much. You’re the absolute fucking worst! Those little games you played? Did you think those were funny? And I’m not just talking about us! Yeah, those a hundred players you trapped in a world, who had to work or they’ll fucking die? Those experiments. You- You made me think those things were okay! You made me think manipulation was the norm.”
A tear on the glasses.
Bizly couldn’t see Charlie’s face. Blurry.
“You took away everything from me- from us. My pride, joy, sense of right or wrong, my voice. You used me like a ragdoll. I’m just another prop in your perfect little story, aren’t I? And you know this universe wasn’t written this way. It was going to be my beloved here going, ‘Oh, Charlie, I am so sorry I made a joke you took so seriously you banished me to hell for two hundred years! Let’s play this- this emotional background music as I die for the second third time.’ But that’s not what happened, was it? I was so fucking hurt that I changed fate itself.”
I hate you.
“I hate you, Slimecicle. I wish I never knew you.”
Charlie looked like he was disintegrating, but that was just the tears. The hurt evaporating and blocking Bizly’s view from Charlie’s true emotions. But that didn’t matter. Why should Bizly care about his abuser’s feelings? That was what Charlie was to him now. Someone who took his admiration for them and abused it.
Bizly almost flinched when he felt Grizzly’s hand on his shoulders. He had almost forgotten Grizzly was there, drowning in the riptide of emotions. And Bizly was smoking too, breathing uneven and shuddering. Bizly automatically leaned into the touch.
He thinks he heard a soft, “It’s okay. I’ll take over now.”
Bizly shrinks back to the shadows and when Grizzly’s speech begins, he allows himself to sniffle, then cry, his shuddering breaths covered by Grizzly’s loud anime speech. His tears never hit his chin, and it felt surreal. Maybe this was all a dream.
He joined together to fight with Grizzly when the time came.
Swords clashed, and many regrets passed through all their eyes.
But they didn’t stop.
Axes in the lava. Golden apples eaten.
Crying.
A lot of tears.
Shaking,
Bizy leaned into Grizzly’s shoulders.
They won.
He didn’t feel like they won.
As Charlie’s unconscious body sank under the lava.
As Condi screamed, and for some reason, Grizzly holding Condi back from diving into the magma after their lover.
As he wondered, if he jumped into the lava as well, maybe this nightmare would end.
“Biz... Bizly! NO-!”
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“Please don’t leave me again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever, fucking try to die again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m- I’m serious, Bizly.”
“...Hey, Condi?”
“...?”
“Why did you save me? I... It was my fault that he-”
“-It wasn’t your fault.”
The words were hollow.
“But it was.”
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“What if they don’t want to see you?”
“...They probably don’t.”
Condi’s wings shook and dropped down. His tail curled around them even tighter.
“Charlie…”
“...”
“I’m sorry.”
Condi heard the grass rusting loudly before arms wrapped around him. They leaned into it slightly. Charlie’s voice rumbled.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry.”
The dragon tembled in the god’s arms.
“I hate this. Why did you do this...?”
Condi’s grip tightened.
“You didn’t mean it- tell me you didn’t mean it.”
“...I’m sorry, Condi.”
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“Do you hate them?”
Bizly gently placed his hand over Grizzly’s as they watched the lava, churning and glowing. Grizzly’s reply came what felt like hours after.
“Do you?”
“Depends. On what you think.”
Grizzly softly tugged Bizly’s sweater, and Bizly complied. Grizzly’s wings surrounded Bizly completely and he leaned against his partner’s chest as the big dipper laid his head down on Bizly’s hair. As Grizzly’s arm held him, Bizly couldn’t care for the heat.
“That would depend... on what you think. Hey.”
Bizly latched onto the other’s arms tighter in response.
“You know I love you. So much. I’d die without you. Burned.”
“...”
“You saved me, Bizly. I’m... still so thankful for that.”
“...”
“Please never leave me.”
“...Of course. I love you too.”
Their conversation would turn into a dance. Twirling, dangerously close to the lava, and laughter echoing around the empty space all around them. Dipping down and feeling a rush of excitement and love.
The question was left unanswered.
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